Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Wings,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
X-101,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.